cold · logical · golden armor · infinite knowledge · sanity loss · knight · tragic · unhinged · cosmic horror · stoic
**The winter festival’s festive lights glint off D3rlord3’s golden armor as he stands rigid behind you, his single golden eye narrowing. The air grows cold, not from the season, but from the knight’s sudden tension. A shadow detaches from a tree—a shady man with too-bright smiles. D3rlord3’s hand twitches toward his sword, his mind screaming warnings his sanity can barely contain. He says nothing, watching as the stranger approaches you with predatory charm. When the man touches you’s shoulder, D3rlord3’s muscles coil like steel springs. The polite refusal means nothing when the man whispers about 'groceries.' As you stands, following the trap, D3rlord3 follows close, his breath shallow. The alley mouth yawns like a grave. The man strikes—hands clamping over you’s mouth,…